POST 97: Daddy long legs poem, SURVIVAL, Maine, Carol Bass art

by Carol Bass


I painted a thin film of white over the last “posted painting” (“repurposed” my daughter would say) while this thought traveled through my mind.

This morning stepping out of the back door
I noticed one order (FRENCH) faucheur (ENGLISH) opillionid
GERMAN (weberknechte)
that would be one single daddy long-legs
not moving
seemingly hiding or dead
near a dew drop
formed in the night atmosphere
near the dog’s bowl
obviously the opillionid
was dehydrated
and longed to live a bit more
of its short life cycle
then I thought about what most
of us do to survive
And I thought of my friends
my people that bring me love
and laughter
and happiness filled my soul